#AmericanWriters
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine